In the empty room, I grieve in silence.
I feel the crushing emptiness of this unoccupied space that cannot fulfill its purpose.
It’s a lonely place, where I feel hopeless.
I think that I am failing, over and over again.
In this Empty Room, I find my voice.
I get comfortable sharing my journey.
My thoughts get louder, filling this space, and I welcome others in.
I don’t know how long I will stay: days, months, or years.
But this is my journey.
I am 1 in 8 women walking the road of infertility.
Are you? Maybe you know someone who is.

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